[The liquor from the flask goes down with all the ease of chewing gravel. Fitcher sucks in air to follow after it. She takes a second, smaller swig before returning the flask.]
I didn't, did I.
[As if somehow this is a thing one might forget as easily as leaving a shirt with a laundress. With a rustle of papers, Fitcher idly shifts the spoils from raiding the mantle compartment aside. There is a jaunty good humor to the angle of her chin as its propped on her knuckles. In the meager candle light, her eyes are very dark.]
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Date: 2022-03-13 08:35 pm (UTC)I didn't, did I.
[As if somehow this is a thing one might forget as easily as leaving a shirt with a laundress. With a rustle of papers, Fitcher idly shifts the spoils from raiding the mantle compartment aside. There is a jaunty good humor to the angle of her chin as its propped on her knuckles. In the meager candle light, her eyes are very dark.]
Care to hazard a guess?